Ch 3 - I’m The Protagonist

POV: Anakin Skywalker, Tatooine, 41 BBY

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'You have got to be fucking joking' REALLY ANAKIN. 'I am your father' Skywalker. That's who I'm reborn as! The same guy who whines and bitches all the time about sand and shit This has to be a joke, no hold, I already debunked that, so I really here and I really am Anakin, ok? Well, looking at the pros in this situation first before the cons, the main pro is that I'm probably the single most powerful force user in Star Wars. That also explains my ability to instantly know things when I need to, like how I knew exactly how long I was in my mom's womb. And how I was able to communicate with my mother was on my mind. It's not anything like omniscience or telepathy, mind you, but they are very useful abilities to have, especially if I learn to control them.

Another pro would be Anakin's innate mechanical and piloting skills, which, while they are his actual skills, are also extensions of his connection to the Force. Now onto the cons. The big one is actually the sheer size of Anakin's force connection. After all, having such an absurd amount of power makes one attract unwanted attention like moths to a flame. I'm like a huge beacon in The Force, so if any Jedi or, god forbid, Sith senses me, I'm basically fucked. Luckily for me, I should have some time before any forced users find me. Luckily for me, I should have some time before any forced users find me. Given that it took Qui Gon Jin taking a direct blood sample from Anakin to discover him,

The other con of Anakin depended on whether I would gain any of his personality, such as his awkwardness, whininess, and violent outbursts. If I didn't gain any of these personality traits, then all the better for it, because truthfully, that's the main thing that set Anakin back from being the goat. He had the talent and the power to become the most powerful being in Star Wars; forget Abeloth if he had enough time to learn Anakin could beat her.

Coming back to reality, the rusty 2-1B medical droid that had delivered me was speaking to my mother: /:Miss Skywalker, your child is in perfect health. I have done a thorough internal and external body scan. The only thing I have not conducted yet is a midichlorian scan.// It spoke with a deep voice. The droid clearly had a broken voice module, as its voice had a noticeable croak to it, like metal scraping against a surface. I hadn't noticed it till now, but the droid's entire body was made of different droid pieces; it had the head of a 2-1B medical droid; the body of some unknown droid I didn't recognise; it had a B-1 battle droid right arm and left leg; and as for its final two limbs, I did not recognise those either. The droid was very Frankenstein-esque, and after that thought, my concentration returned to the conversation the med droid was having with my mother.

"Does this midichlorien scan or whatever it is ensure my son is healthy?" My mom asked the droid: //No, miss Skywalker, it is just a rudimentary scan we conduct.// The droid answered. "Then no, thank you. You have done enough. I'm going to take my leave. Thank you again for all your help." My mom said to the droid gratefully. //It is no problem, miss Skywalker. I was just doing what I was programmed to do.// The droid answered my mom in an almost cold tone as it left the room through a side door. My mom slowly got up from the bed she was lying down on and carried me out of the main door. Gardulla and her guards had come and gone.

We passed a shabby-looking reception desk that was empty, which told me that either the receptionist had left or that the medical droid was the only one working here and assumed the role of the whole staff in this surgery. Anyhow, we exited the surgery, which I now found out was located near the corner of Mos Espa. My mother travelled on foot for quite a while until she reached the slave quarters of Mos Espa. Her quarters looked exactly identical to the rest, so I'm not sure how she didn't get lost. Maybe she was used to being a slave since she was an infant, which would make you self-reliant and independent. The inside of her quarters was small and almost entirely barren, with nothing but a dirty rug on the floor in the centre and a bed on the far side of the room. She carried me over to the bed and then tucked herself and me into it. It wasn't long before she fell asleep. I don't fault her; she's had to walk a few miles carrying me just after she gave birth, which is achievement-worthy in my book.

I'm left in my thoughts about today; it's been a long and very eye-opening day today, and honestly, I would just sleep. But I can't tell who, after finding out they died, was then reborn in a fictional universe as one of the characters. There's too many dangers even in this mid-tier universe. Beings such as Darth Sidious are the least of my worries. If the Yuuzhan vong exist like they do in legends, then I have a problem. That's excluding the likes of the celestials like the Father, the Son, and the Daughter; there's, of course, the Mother or Abeloth, whom I've mentioned. I could defeat her, but that's actually a hypothetical victory without having the Dagger of Morris to back me up. The most likely scenario is that she annihilates me without a second thought.

God or whatever being sent me here, why couldn't you just let me die? I would rather be dead than have to deal with all this.